I Will Be Unrivaled With The Skill [Sewing]! They Said It Was A Bad Skill, But With Effort, I will Make It A Hit~ - Chapter 120

Episode 120: White Waves

After screaming until her voice was hoarse, someone called out to Plautia.
“Hey, you need help, right? Where should I go?”
It was a young voice. They had heard Plautia’s cries and rushed over, sensing something was wrong.
Plautia, still not understanding what was happening, pointed in the direction where Seneca and the others were.
“Is there a strong enemy over there?”
Another voice chimed in.
“Yes… Seneca-chan and the others…”
Plautia replied instinctively, and the moment she did, one of the figures turned pale and bolted into action.
The other boy, seeing this, hurriedly spoke.
“Anyway, let’s get to the scene. Hop on my magic!”
Plautia nodded and entrusted her body to the soft, cloud-like object that appeared before her.

Just as Seneca was bracing herself for death, a greenish-white wave surged in front of her.
The wave separated Seneca from the gargoyle and shaved off a bit of the creature’s fist.
“…Looks like I made it in time.”
As the voice rang out, someone suddenly stood in front of Seneca.
Though his back was turned, she could see that he had black hair and held a large jade-colored sword.
The boy placed himself between the stunned gargoyle and Seneca, then suddenly cast a spell. The gargoyle braced itself, but the magic wasn’t aimed at it—instead, it went toward Seneca, Attalos, and Rentulus, rapidly healing their wounds.
With a firm tone and a fierce glare, the boy addressed the monster before him.
“So you’re the one who hurt Seneca… I won’t forgive you!”
Lucius delivered a powerful kick to the still-confused gargoyle and trapped it within a barrier of Holy Magic.

“So I didn’t die, huh…”
Wrapped in warm light, Rentulus slowly opened his eyes. The raw sensation of the gargoyle’s fist burying into his gut still lingered, but his wounds seemed to be closed.
He sat up and looked around, noticing Gaia watching him with concern.
Looking into the distance, he saw the gargoyle rampaging inside some strange pale-blue membrane.
And before Seneca stood a boy he didn’t recognize.
Though he couldn’t quite grasp the situation yet, there was only one thing to do if the enemy still lived. Rentulus accepted a potion from Gaia, drank it, and ran toward Seneca and the others.
Seneca and the boy were speaking while looking into each other’s eyes, but there was no time for that.
Rentulus cut in and spoke.
“That unique magic power… Are you the current Saint? You were the one who healed us?”
The boy looked at Rentulus and slowly nodded.
Rentulus also noticed another man approaching them.
“So you’re still alive, Rentulus.”
It was Attalos. Though he appeared healed thanks to magic, Rentulus knew he was just as beaten-up inside as himself.
“You must be the current Saint, young Lucius.”
Attalos deduced this from Seneca’s demeanor.
“Yes. My name is Lucius. I came as reinforcements. I’ll fall under your command, so please use me as needed.”
Though his voice and manner were gentle, his eyes held an unmistakable intensity.
“How long will that barrier hold?”
“It’s highly effective against demons, but… judging by its behavior, it’ll probably break soon.”
“Got it. Seneca, relay a message to the rear. Rentulus and I will fight. Lucius, provide support and join in gradually.”
“Understood.”
The three of them began preparing to launch an attack on the contained gargoyle.

Maior instantly knew that the boy who saved Seneca had to be the Lucius they’d heard about. Just as described, he had black hair and jade-green eyes. Most telling of all was the affectionate expression Seneca wore—an expression Maior had only seen her direct at one person.
“Looks like we made it in time, yeah?”
A cheerful voice called out. A laid-back looking boy with honey-colored hair arrived, riding something like a cloud—with Plautia aboard too.
Maior had thought Plautia’s movements were strange when seen through 【Detection】 , but it made sense now that she had ridden that creature.
“Maior-chan, this is Mof-san. And over there is…”
“The famous Lucius-kun, right?”
Maior said, and Plautia nodded immediately.
“And that must be the Seneca-san I keep hearing about.”
Mof, having been thoroughly filled in by Lucius about Seneca, recognized her right away.
“I’d love to have a proper chat, but the enemy’s probably about to move again. Plautia, looks like Seneca will be pulling back—can I ask you to support the front lines?”
“Understood.”
“I’m better at defense, so I’ll stay in the back. I can protect myself, but let me know if you need a hand.”
Thanks to Mof’s concise and helpful words, Maior took an immediate liking to him.

“From now on, the field of vision of the skill 【Detection】 will appear in your mind, but if it gets in the way, let me know and I’ll turn it off.”

“Got it~”

“Anyway, we have to hold the line with this team.”

Before calling for help from Lucius and the others, Plautia had already sent up a flare signaling an emergency, so reinforcements should be on their way. However, Maior knew that the high-ranking adventurers were currently tied up with the giant monster that had appeared further away.

If Lucius hadn’t happened to be nearby, they probably would’ve been wiped out by now.

But seeing Seneca’s bright expression—something unimaginable from someone who had been prepared to die just moments ago—Maior felt hope rise again.

After the gargoyle was sealed inside a membrane by Lucius’s magic, Seneca spoke briefly with Lucius until Rentulus arrived.

“Seneca, can you stand? Looks like you really got hit hard.”

“Lucius…”

“Never thought we’d meet again like this. But I’m glad. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long.”

“I’m happy too. I never imagined you would come to save me…”

“I didn’t expect to find you here either, Seneca.”

Right in front of them, the gargoyle thrashed violently, trying to escape Lucius’s magical membrane, but the air surrounding the two was tinged with sweetness.

“Lucius, you’ve gotten stronger.”

“You can tell? Seneca, you’ve grown stronger too.”

“Yeah. I worked really hard to get stronger. But… it still wasn’t enough.”

Seneca looked at Lucius with an expression that seemed ready to cry.

“…It’s okay now. I’ll protect you, Seneca. Let’s take down that monster—together with everyone!”

“…Yeah! And I’ll protect you, Lucius!”

Before she knew it, Seneca was smiling.

Seneca switched places with Plautia, who had moved up to support the front line, and temporarily withdrew to the rear. Attalos had said it was to relay information, but it likely also gave her a chance to cool her head.

The gargoyle, which had been rampaging earlier, was now calm. Inside the membrane, it began generating a subspace.

Near Maior and the others, a two-headed cat and a black sheep monster were summoned, along with attacks of blue flame and violet ice. However, all those attacks were being casually neutralized by a nonchalant-looking boy.

The monsters bounced off the solid white walls created by Mof, or got trapped when the walls suddenly exploded and folded in on them.

Watching all this from the corner of her eye, Seneca ran to where Maior and Gaia were.

“Maior! Gaia! Lucius… Lucius came for us!”

Seneca spoke joyfully, but Maior and Gaia frowned.

“…I’m really glad you’re alive, Seneca.”

“Maior’s right. When I saw the gargoyle going in for the kill, my blood ran cold.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Seneca hung her head.

She had no choice but to act as she did if she wanted to draw the gargoyle’s attention—but she could still imagine how Maior and Gaia must have felt.

“You’re going to tell us everything later. But for now, we have to survive, no matter what. This fight’s not over yet.”

Maior said sharply, then exhaled before continuing.

“Seneca, once you’ve caught your breath, we need you to fight at full power. Thanks to him, the rear line’s stable now. …This is our chance to strike back!”

Gaia, standing beside Maior, gave a gentle smile.

“Seneca, we’re on an adventure right now. We don’t know how this journey ends—but we have to give it everything we’ve got. To survive, we have to make every moment count.”

Seneca looked straight into Gaia’s eyes and slowly nodded.

She felt like the empty space in her heart had been filled.

“Seneca, I haven’t given up yet. Not on beating that gargoyle, or becoming a hero. Are you worthy of standing beside me?”

Maior asked with a fearless smile.

Maior, Gaia—all of them were at their limits. They were pushing themselves to the brink, suffering under pressure they couldn’t overcome.

And yet, seeing them act cheerful just to keep themselves going, Seneca reaffirmed her resolve.

“Of course I am! I’ll take that thing down with my skill!”